There’s nothing more soul-appeasing for myself, Prank and Elie than hating just about everything. But there is one thing that we all genuinely LOVE. And that thing is a solid piece of attractive, walking office estrogen. Now, before any female readers roll their eyes and go “how typical of a chauvinist male” ask yourself one question – “Are you really that ugly?”
Anyway, for the sake of argument, let’s call this lovely lady intern, Bouda. Ahhhhhhhh, Bouda – like a lovely breath of fresh air, strolling into the office every morning doing menial, meaningless tasks. Perhaps it’s because she probably couldn’t cope with anything more than making cups of coffee but who cares? Since when did intellect ever come into raw, sexual attraction? And please don’t tell me it’s about the conversation – unless you’ve grown female funny parts in the last minute then that doesn’t wash with me.
Regardless, Bouda is on course for a sensual, sexual education that is likely to end up in the ejection of 3 cubic centimeters of my jasmine coloured love splash on her sodden front garden.
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